That's vary trippy, hahahahahahahahahaha. I somehow got a visual image of dragons running around an asain asylum, with joints in one claw, and short swords in the other, while all the crazys are running loose with bones in their hands.
stoner spirit Reviewed by stoner spirit on . Poem consisting of disorder/no handrails Wasn't high...Just immense imagination...and I wrote it in like...twenty minutes. :) Try and decipher the meaning, if there is one. :p The Chaos of Meshing Section I (The Gates) Each morning â?? priestly routine, ants making out on my arms. Leg bones jetting out and I am becoming Rating: 5